Sitting here with my head in my arms,
Trying so hard to not spill these tears,
These tears so there, so alive,
Sometimes they just fall, without warning,
Without care,
They don't care who sees, why should they?
The don't get ridiculed, or laughed at,
They don't get picked on or stabbed at,
They just roll, roll on down,
And go on their merry little way.
That is what they do, but there's a catch,
Don't judge all by one,
Just like all people are not the same,
The same is true in this.
Some don't do the same,
Some are sorrowful to leave my eyes,
Some stay and wait and just won't spill,
Even in I beg and plead; some just want to stay,
These are the ones I admire, the ones who stay,
The ones who fight,
And from this I draw my strength,
From this I find the courage,
So I lift my head, do on MY merry little way,
Holding my head high, standing for what I believe, fighting my way through life
...Never Giving Up.
